May I ask you something?" I say. "Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day?" "Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything else changes when you least expect it," she replies, bitter. "Families split apart, and nothing's forever. In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it.

You can believe something really hard,' Faith says, 'and still be wrong.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be be dragged down for the count, too.